All Chapters of Birthed For Me (From Guardian to Groom) : Chapter 61 - Chapter 66

As Gina was led into the grand living room by the butler, her breath caught. The room was breathtaking, every detail screamed wealth and refinement. A chandelier glittered above like a cluster of captured stars, scattering light across rich drapes and polished marble floors. Gina perched on the edge of the plush sofa, taking in the quiet until a sound behind her broke it, the slow shuffle of footsteps. Mia appeared in the doorway, moving with a careful, deliberate grace. Her hand rested protectively on her swollen belly, and though her beauty was undeniable, there was a tiredness in her eyes that tugged at Gina’s heart. A mischievous grin spread across Gina’s face as she rose to meet her. “Well, well! Mrs. Mayer herself, looking all stuffed up! That husband of yours really is a sharpshooter, huh?” She winked, laughing at her own joke. Mia rolled her eyes but couldn’t hold back a smile. “Gina, you’re impossible,” she said, easing herself into the seat beside her friend. “Pregnancy

Maurice and Mia conversing... He doesn’t have a girlfriend,” Maurice said, his tone softening, sincerity replacing the teasing edge from earlier. “You know how he is, married to his work, always chasing deadlines and perfection. I’ve tried to get him to loosen up, but he’d rather drown in spreadsheets than go on a date. As for his address and number, I’ll text them to you later. Easy fix.” Mia hesitated, glancing toward the door where Martin had just made his dramatic exit. His steps had been sharp, almost angry. “But… Maurice, I don’t know. I... I am not sure he wants you to do that, “I mean, he does looked pissed. Like, really not okay with it.” she murmured, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. Maurice chuckled quietly, slipping his arm around her shoulders. “Oh, don’t worry about him. He’ll get over it, and maybe even thank me someday. After all, he made me go through worse when I was trying to win you over. You know as the saying goes payback’s a dish best served

Maurice sat in the center of the lavish restaurant, his presence commanding the room like a king on his throne. The soft glow of crystal chandeliers reflected in his eyes, which were sharp and calculating as he conversed with the men around him. His voice, smooth yet authoritative, cut through the ambient murmurs, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation. Seated beside him, Martin dutifully took notes, his hand moving quickly across the pages of a large leather-bound file. The contrast between the two men was stark, Maurice, with his aura of dominance, and Martin, the diligent scribe, absorbing every detail of the meeting. Around the table sat four elderly gentlemen, seasoned veterans of the business world, and three younger men, eager but clearly outmatched by Maurice's presence. As the discussion reached its climax, a deal was struck, sealing their partnership with a mutual sense of satisfaction. Smiles crept onto the faces of the older men, pleased with the outcome. One